ABDUL WAHAB AL-HARBI
ABDUL WAHAB AL-HARBI - IRAQ
CHILDHOOD
When I asked my young students to draw the homeland,
their tender minds were confused and their innocent thoughts stuttered in the midst of the question.
After a while, one of them was drawing a gun, another a loaf of bread, another a tank,
a rose, or a stream of blood and body parts.
I stopped at another who was drawing a circle that almost filled the paper,
so I said while wiping his head with my hand
What is this, my son?
- It's a tear.
I lowered my head for a moment in astonishment, then I said: -
- But it's very big, my son.